I made acquaintance last night with a nice couple that just moved in next door. They asked if I had any cats, noting the food dish on my deck, and I had to admit that it was there originally for my other neighbor’s cat, who sometimes visits, but had become, instead, the squirrels’ (and birds’ and other seed-eating creatures’) bowl. They’ll surely understand now when they look over from their porch why there are always one or two squirrels chilling out on my deck like it’s their own.